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Upon Bob’s insistence, I would like to announce a change in comment policy regarding the daily article.
Starting tomorrow we will enforce a policy of one comment per commenter per article per day. Any following comments or those that are off topic will be deleted, regardless of merit.
Bob and I don’t wish to discourage commenting, but we are doing this to encourage a well written and thought out comment to reduce mental diarrhea.
The swarm will not be affected by this change.
When I was on the Hill Massachusetts had a black senator.
He was a black REPUBLICAN.
He had pale blue eyes and a pale complexion.
When I went to the Hill at Union Station subway, I would walk in the Senate side and go across to the House on the trolley.
At that time, security had been tightened by our standards but couldn’t compare with today’s. A civilian without a Hill ID had to have his appointment checked on. Those of us with IDs had to show them and were subject to a briefcase search.
About six one morning only me and Brookes came in at the same time. Capitol Hill Police must recognize all congressman by face, so he just walked in with a greeting to the cop.
The cop, trying to be nice , said, “If you’re with him, we don’t need to check your briefcase.“
It was six a.m. and I had been working most of the night, but I wasn’t rude. I just said “NO” with an emphasis that took the guards a bit aback and put my briefcase on he guard desk pretty hard.
Good God, NO. I was NOT with a Massachusetts mulatto, but most of all, I was NOT with a LIBERAL Republican.
The policeman grinned.
There is a feeling far worse than being accused of racism. That is when someone smiles and says you have NO racist feelings.
Another reason that old respectable denial is so bad is because it is humiliating.
The person is saying that you could not be called by ANY of his definitions a racist.
It is hard for me to think of a more vicious insult than that, even being accused of working for a New England liberal Republican, and that is very, very far out there.
The charge of racist should be met with the exact words no respectable conservative ever dares to ask: “What is a racist?”
Say, does anybody want some reindeer meat?
I apologize for yesterday’s outburst.
You remember the guy in the Godfather, the one who held the meeting in Cuba and talked about he wished he would be there to see the future. Michael Corleone, “He’s been dying of the same heart condition for thirty years.”
And sure enough, years later the only way to get the old man dead was for Corleone to get him shot.
The point of that fit was worth remembering, though: Someone who comes back at you withh this old “There is no race” crap, which was standard when I got into grammar school, is saying “There is no race so genocide is impossible.”
I am embarrassed about dropping this old man bit on you. Just let me try to get off the self-pity.
By the way, every bit of the version of the “There is no race” doctrine that was absolutely enforced when I entered grammar school has been absolutely, totally discredited.
So don’t let the new nonsense bother you.
One advantage of having an old codger like me around is that I’ve seen this all before.
Fascism — One Man One Vote — with the man specificed.
EG — Liberal Freedom of Speech = Fredom of Speech for Liberals
The announcement of our name was incorrect in the article announcing the East Tennessee meeting.
I guess I was tired when I spoke to Derek, and he had never looked at my blog.
BUGS means Bob’s Underground Graduate Seminar, not Bob’s Undergraduate Seminar.
It is graduate because it is for anyone who has outgrown his college education, whether he had one or not.
It will be interesting to see if anyone else noticed that error.
One critical new concept Derek has added here is alternative sites for meetings. We used to have an annual National Alliance meeting, but the hurricane and the other forces of PC stopped its revival.
Then we agreed to go to the American Renaissance meetings, but then the forces of Freedom of Speech — capitalized — stopped those.
But the East Tennessee meeting has arranged for members there to provide alternative meetings sites if the Freedom of Speech anti-whites scare the management of wherever this meeting was to be held.
Since they are denying us the right to freely assemble, they might be called the Freedom of Assembly crowd, too. A person like an Inquisitor who has no mercy at all says he operates in the name of Mercy, Europeans who ban speech in Europe do so in the name of Freedom of Speech, that is, Real Freedom of Speech should not be ABUSED.
It never hurts to remember that they say that treason to the white race is Loyalty to Humanity. The capital letter is a perfect description of how anti-whites use every word, like Humanity and Diversity, to promote the utter extinction of the real thing.
It looks to me like Obama will be reelected.
As usual, my logic is so simple it will never make a regular column.
Americans have a black president.
Why not reelect him?
There will be no change at all no matter who the Republicans nominate. Without respectable conservatives liberals would have been gone long ago.
There is no alternative. In order to write for National Review or columns with national circulation you must avoid anything that has been Decided.
I capitalize that word Decided because it has legal standing. For example, a lawyer who has defended a person against a charge of Hate Crimes in Europe will be subject to arrest if he does not admit his client was guilty.
It’s humorous that for so many years, Communism, Political Correctness, Marxism were considered new. In the Soviet Union if you lost an ideological argument you were routinely arrested. In the Middle Ages the priest assigned by the Church itself to do the necessary job of arguing against sainthood was required, if sainthood was granted, to do penance in the way only Church professionals knew how to do it.
The only new thing is that in the United States, for the time being, losing an argument is not a capital crime.
Our present system follows this Traditional Values approach. There comes a time when someone who makes his living as a respectable conservative knows that a subject can no longer be broached.
The priest who argued against canonization had to declare that he had been, literally, the Devil’s Advocate. If you know Medieval history conservative groveling about how they stood in the way of Saint Martin Luther the King will be bone chillingly familiar.
When you read about a French college professor actually screaming and crying in court that he did not mean what he said to be a felonious hint that the Six Million Doctrine was not true, you see how people looked when called before the Inquisition.
Some of our team workers put in a sentence saying “Go get em gang!” or another statement in that vein.
They are not trying to look Profound or impress us.
They just want to help.
And they DO!
Nobody can read what is not there.
Look at yourself from the OUTSIDE.
Yes, the enemy depresses us by his repetition. But our enemy also depressed us by the fact that he is EFFECTIVE.
Fifty years ago, some of my fellow activists were upset with me. I don’t remember, but I am sure I was being an ass.
I forget the details, but several high-voltage people who were upset with me went to a leader and wanted him to keep me out of demonstrations.
His reply, not flattering, was something like this:
“Whitaker is a pain in the ass.”
“He bitches, he insults people, he is vicious against those of us who are on his side.”
“And he is THERE.”
“Whenever I need him, Whitaker is THERE.”
“I’ll listen to you when you start being THERE like Bob is.”
Do you have any idea what it means to one of us when we are in the middle of an exchange and one of our guys just bothers to copy and paste in the Mantra?
Lord Nelson is in there fighting it out. You an be damned sure they will be there calling him names.
Then you come along and past in the Mantra.
If you had any idea how wonderful that feels to the fighter in the ring you would give yourself a medal.
I write an article a day, so far. But to keep me going, I look to BUGS SWARM.
I know what it means when you say, simply, “I pasted the Mantra into this site.”
Paste and report.
I just got off the elevator with a mother and her little three-year-old boy.
He was, of course, looking at the only brightly lit things in the elevator, the ones indicating the floor we were each going to.
He had heard us indicate the buttons to push. We were on the lift together for only about a minute. So the conversation I made was to say to him, “You’re going to fifteen and I’m going to eleven.”
The boy doesn’t need to understand what it means, I just included him in the conversation his mother and I had had.
A young child does two things: 1) he gets very used to not understanding what is going on, but 2) He still manages to get a picture of the world from the tens of thousands of things he hears and does not understand.
I do exactly the same thing here.
I just burst into laughter remembering that ten years ago readers of Whitaker online gently corrected me when I took Texas Hold ‘Em for an actual commenter.
I talked learnedly about the Book of Genesis and got “the firmament” wrong.
The little boy will come, in time, to realize that the floors on the elevator mean he is going up to the fifteenth floor, from which every day he looks out on the world from an entirely different perspective from that when he was on the first floor.
It is true that we forget the really awful childhood pains, but we also forget this particular joy. We forget the joy of a developing human brain.
The kid will someday realize the connection between that elevator and the sight he sees on his porch a hundred and forty feet up. He will forget that realization in half a minute. But while he is having it, it is The Latest News, the World Coming Together.
It happens to each child thousands of times. It is a repeated joy everybody forgets, but for that moment it is like the candy bar he has waited all day for. Dessert is delicious and instantly forgotten. It is still a wonderful thing when you have the taste buds of a child.
I will never know when I enter my second childhood because I am still in my first.
Nothing I write has big words, because after my threescore and ten, I am STILL delighting in figuring out how basics connect together.
Mantra Thinking is childish. That is why it is so joyful.
I am getting pretty tired, and the SWARM is where I look for encouragement.
We get thousands of hits on the site, but we are lucky to get fifteen or twenty comments in BUGS SWARM.
Where the hell are the REST of you?
Is it true that only one in several hundred of people who read BUGS bothers to actually get out there and do the job?
While we are watching documentaries no one questions why all that detailed research is taking place.
So the space program is considered a natural development of something called “humankind.”
When I was sitting there on Capitol Hill balancing federal housing programs against space vehicles, the space vehicles were seen as ridiculous.
This is was a real problem, because the actual appropriations for NASA were made by an appropriations subcommittee called HUD-Independent Agencies. The chairman and the ranking member of that subcommittee were an urban liberal Democrat and an urban liberal Republican whose only interest was in HUD.
You could not have searched Capitol Hill and found two congressmen more hostile to sending stuff to the moon.
That was the problem I faced, but like the Mantra, no one was interested when I tried to explain the reality faced by real funding.
Just as every time I try to explain where this stuff comes from and get slapped down by the name of a big name who will make a speech at a convention, any attempt to talk reality about the critical subcommittee was knocked down by a thrilled convention-goer talking about the fact that “General Whatzit Himself is going to deign to address our pro-space rally.”
So when push came to shove, it took Ashbrook alone to hold the Floor for a weekend for a cause having nothing to do with the normal interests of his district in Ohio, to save the program while the Dornans and the beneficiaries of the space program told each other how dedicated they were.
The present situation is not new to me.
I am used to all the shouting and hozannahs and praise going to convention sensations while the conventions serve largely as a distraction from the work that needs doing. In fact it is sometimes hard for me to realize there is merely a change in the words and the goal.
The reason that Ashbrook took on the real work at a crucial time was his own true goals and because of me.
The space program is about to go down for the third time once again.
There is no Ashbrook there, and there is no unique redneck staffer with him.
At this point someone will point out that the space program is going private.
Lots o’ luck, gang.
Here is another thing that happens to all of us but we do not THINK enough about it.
We start talking to someone about a problem they have, and as we talk, they tell us the problem with each bit of advice. At the END of this process, we finally come up with the thing we realize is exactly what we SHOULD have told them at the beginning.
Once again, here is something that happens to all of us, like hearing the Emperor’s Clothes, but we drown that experience in News and Jews and Puppy Dog Tales.
You have just spent half an hour finally realizing exactly what the problem is, and the solution is boiled down to a sentence or two, which you keep repeating lamely at the ends until you can end the talk.
This is what happens to every person who has to learn to write effectively.
I sit down with something buzzing around in my mind and try to express it the way I thought of it. You feel like it’s all worked out but it just won’t come out on paper.
Ever heard anybody say THAT before:
“I had it all worked out but it wouldn’t come out on paper.”
I would bet good money you have heard YOU say that.
The idea worked out beautifully when the images were in your own mind, in the language you use with yourself.
I used to have an idea wonderfully worked out. In fact I had it so clear in my mind that it was a BORE to write it down. It was a BORE, it was WORK to force it onto the paper.
Then something awful happened.
The clear idea I had had in my own mind was no longer something I could see in my mind, where I can hop around in my own images.
I didn’t know where to start. If the concept is in your mind, you have all the exciting running around in your own head, but when you hit the keyboard, it is clunk, clunk, clunk, just one sentence after another.
It becomes WORK, and you get confused and tired. And when you have been forcing yourself back to that damned keyboard over and over and you are exhausted, you might come up , after hours of work, with a sentence that expresses what you really needed at the beginning.
You are exhausted.
You are sick of it.
And you have finally written your first sentence.
There is no Wordism called Whitakerism. In fact, what we SHOULD have is the precise opposite.
From a very hard and dedicated lifetime, I have developed some basic truths that bear my marks.
The Mantra is an essence of a Whitakerism:
1) There is not a big word in it.
Except maybe anaziwhowantstokillsixmillionjews.
2) It is no absolutely no longer than it has to be.
3) What it expresses is so obvious that nobody sees it.
There may be other characteristics, but my point here is that I am not good at listing things.
There are other Wordisms that have Whitakerisms. Wordism is concept that took our a lot of work and came out so simply that an intelligent, rebellious mind cannot believe he didn’t have it all the time.
Wordism is the fatal error everyone falls into when they talk about Universal Love or Loyalty to Humankind in General. It is more divisive and evil than any fanatical nationalism or racism, because its idea of “Humanity” is forcing all humans into one mold and destroying any mind that isn’t loyal to that particular mold, that set of Words.
Militant obedience cuts the ground out from under such intellectual terms as The Stockholm Syndrome, and ties together the toadies of the grammar school bully with the mobs on campus who stage a riot if anybody tries to make a speech disagreeing with Mommy Professor.
Whitakerisms constitute the exact opposite of a Wordist Whitakerism.
Whitakerisms cut the ground out from under the Buckleys and the Mommy Professors who believe that they have an explanation of human behavior that only exists up there in the ethereal realm of their big words and somehow Special Discussion.
Whitakerisms should encourage you, and me, to grow out of our John Birch or totally Southern backgrounds and study what truth the side we took really represents. Every Southerner should recognize the Siding With the Bully Syndrome in terms like “The Lessons of the Civil War.”
It is human nature that both sides in any conflict are partly right and partly wrong. All Mommy Professor ever does is get “lessons” out of the winning side.
For which the winning side pays him.
I would appreciate BUGSERS to toss in other Whitakerisms developed over our many years.
Almost fifty years ago I started working in retarded homes. Since our problem as non-medicals was behavior rather than treatment, the first thing we learned was the very practical difference between the Mildly Retarded and the Severely Retarded.
Severely Retarded were almost invariably very easy to deal with. They were children of upper income people who took good care of them but had to send them to our institution.
Theory would have screamed bloody murder at this statement, of course, but we had a day to day job to do, and it worked.
The mildly retarded were generally trash who had low IQs simply as a result of their place on the Bell Curve. They tended to be short, rude, cumbersome and all the other things that go with what is simply a bad set of genes.
Like the rules you pick up working in a prison, this one was little spoken of even then. My brother was a pediatric neurologist and I had already done plenty of research with him, so he leveled with me on this. from day one. Most workers have to learn it.
Most workers have to spend their first year or so mistreating severely retarded kids who would love to behave well and be given constant, patient instruction, and letting Mildly Retarded Trash cause mayhem.
Such is the cost of Social Progress.
By now they may separate the mildly from the severely more, so workers are no longer familiar with this particular difference. But they are surely screwing something else just as critical in the name of Marx … oops. I mean Political Correctness.
I wonder if ALL the new prison psychologists are still a joke? My doctor brother did his two years of Federal service in the Public Health Service as a doctor in Federal prisons, and a lot of his research in State facilities.
He was so popular with the inmates that when he left Atlanta, they gave him a framed (?) certificate officially naming him a Honorary Ex-Convict.
A warden told me I got along amazingly well with the inmates, too, though I am not sure that was intended entirely as flattery. He kind of hinted I should feel at home there.
Having to learn for oneself the different behavior patterns of severely and mildly retarded children was the most obvious sign of the Marx… I mean Politically Correct doctrine at retarded homes. I don’t know about now, but back then the most obvious sign when you worked in a prison was the New Psychologist.
They were the clowns of a Big House where there was very little entertainment. A New Psychologist or Psychiatrist was a private show for everybody.
Prisoners would find out a guy was recently out of school and joy would rain. They would vie for “how much sh** they could pack up his a** “ — Emily Post doesn’t have a lot of readers there.
Each one would tell the new psychologist a tale that made the Count of Monte Cristo look like a villain, and after five to eight years of unbroken indoctrination from Mommy Professor, the New Psychologist believed every single word of everything they said!
It took YEARS for each New Psychologist to learn that prisoners LIE!
I just wrote a piece shouting that we are samizdat.
This poor argument about the Mantra that led to that piece relates intimately to another poor argument against the Mantra.
This argument says the Mantra had “already been addressed.” That is the signal that the liberals give respectable conservatives that it is time to back off something that is hitting too hard and they can’t deal with. Believe me, I have been there. THAT is the signal.
So respectable conservatives backed off from “If guns are banned, only criminals will have guns” by calling it “the old argument” that “If guns are banned, only criminals will have guns.”
That is the signal for any good Buckley conservative to back off that argument if he wants to get fed.
I said that, as samizdat, we are under no obligation to deal with any proposals by the other side until we are allowed to discuss ours as free citizens.
Note the words, “under no obligation.”
What this means is that if they talk about slavery or Nazism, our position that they have no right to talk about what we mean to do until we are allowed to discuss issues freely This Nazi stuff is EXACTLY like the Soviets who declared all samizdat to be fronts for fascism.
Samizdat did NOT spend its time denying it was fascist.
This “That has already been answered gambit” relates to another gambit they try. They argue that some non-white countries have a lot of immigration, to our complaining about ALL and ONLY white countries being REQUIRED to allow immigration is invalid.
Our point is that we do not have to answer any POLICY questions until we are allowed to discuss the PROBLEM and thugs and Thought Police acting against our discussion ends.
Non-white countries have the RIGHT to determine their OWN immigration policy without the solid front banning any criticism that white countries face.
I have recommended the money approach to punishing those who enforced the Party Line. This is policy I CHOOSE to discuss. We have the right to discuss what we CHOOSE to discuss, because we are banned from it in public, just as colored countries may CHOOSE how many immigrants they want.
But when the only reason for talking about policy is to show we have no right to DISCUSS it, we have the right to ignore these Party demands.
The really hard part of the budget crisis in the white world is steadily making it worse. More and more people like me have sizable pensions and will be living on them for decades to come.
If we had not had the Green Fashion in the 60s and 70s and 80s and up to now, the normal increase in white population would have solved at least half of this problem. But as whites opened up their borders and closed down their maternity wards, those of us who were out of fashion were saying that it was fun to follow a guy with a guitar singing about Beloved Mother Nature and How Many Roads Must a Man Walk Down.
In all the Love and Peace and Tolerance, anybody who pointed out that we would have to PAY for this crap was strictly not cool.
So we now have what any adult would have seen in my youth. The problem was, of course, there were no adults in the Greatest Generation and the Boomers it raised. They all wanted to be seen as really hep and Kids At Heart.
They succeeded. Nobody above the mental age of ten would have made the world they did.
So now we have what those of us who look down on Martin Luther the King said we would.
We have a mass of old whites who inherited a First World standard of living from the generations prior to the Weakest Generation. It never occurred to any of them that these “sacrifices” for the third world and Mother Earth would be borne by THEM.
It was fashionable to say that the problems predicted by a few like me would not happen and to actually believe since no one, least of all the membership of the NAACP, ever actually BELIEVED that non-whites would ever produce anything but a third world economy, that they would be safely dead before the bill came in.
So we have a huge population of voters with first-world expectations in retirement money sitting on top of a population that is only counting time before it becomes a third-world population.
Which is what WE said.
In fact, this reality has developed so much over the past two generations that even a few isolated PROFESSIONAL COMMENTATORS have mentioned it.
These old white people VOTE. And in real politics, that is all that matters.
They vote, like good Weakest Generation types, for anything Mommy Professor declares Politically Correct.
But only if that one thing is Politically Correct
All that bullshit about the Beloved Environment and Our Black Brethren is fine as long as it doesn’t affect OUR MONEY. AARP makes a practical tradeoff with Mommy Professor’s kids: Our giant vote supports your causes and you make sure we get a first world retirement level until your world accepts ITS third-world status.
For those of you who weren’t around in King James’ time, threescore and ten is the Biblical length of a man’s life, seventy big ones. This is being written on my birthday, March 31, so you can’t see it until what some have called my natural birthday or later.
From my long-ago reading of the Old Testament, it says that Methuselah lived almost a thousand years and others back then nearly as long. Then, and from what I remember this is not overstating the case, God got sick of us.
Jehovah simply refused to deal with us for so long a time and cut us down to 120 years max. As it happens, 120 seems about the absolute limit now which nobody quite reaches.
It is true that the average age of expiration on the human delivery box is much, much higher today, but that is because of earlier infant mortality and hard life of the average hunter-gatherer or peasant. Surprisingly, the maximum hasn’t changed that much since the sixth century and after, when the Old Testament was actually written.
It was not unusual for a classical Greek of the upper classes not only to live, but to be fully active into his nineties, but then, as now, that 100 is a long climb and a serious upper limit.
In the 1950s a person reaching 100 was sometimes on the news. Invariably the birthday boy or girl was sitting in an easy chair. It was clear sitting upright was only for special occasions.
BRIEF special occasions.
There is a guy in my apartment building who is 83 and still has the energy of a ten-year-old kid. It is very hard to tell the age of people when they get my age, but there are lots and lots of people older than I am, and while they can’t do what a teenager CAN do, they can do pretty well everything that a teenager WANTS to do.
With one exception.
In fact, all that football practice and running is miserable for most people. Today entertainment consists largely of sitting there at machines.
This is one of those quiet revolutions that everybody sees and THEREFORE nobody THINKS about it.
The budget cannot be balanced while the population has a soaring burden of retirees. Our budget crisis is largely a result of the Green No White Children Movement represented by the movie Soylent Green in the hippie years.
So we filling in with colored immigrants and huge nonwhite families and the economy has, for the first time in white American history, gone into stagnation and will be doing the usual colored downslide in the not-so-distant future.
Everybody SEES it happening, but, as in the case of the Mantra, no one NOTICES the obvious in action.
In the TV version of The Stand, the big, brave, slow guy said “I HATE being retarded.”
He had been born retarded, but, unlike most big blond men, he was a hero in the movie.
I really identified with him.
I HATE the fact that I not only have ADD (attention deficit disorder), I have DISABILITY LEVEL ADD. A lot of people have ADD, but mine is extreme.
But my disability does not allow me to signal it. I don’t carry a stick and wear black glasses or sit in a wheelchair. I just often look like an incompetent fool or do something that seems thoughtless and rude, and I have to explain it, which is very hard on a man’s ego.
Then they tell me they know how it feels, meaning that with some World War II Heroism I could overcome it. I have never heard anybody explain to a guy in a wheelchair that they know how it feels because their legs get tired a lot, or to a blind man that they know how it feels because they can’t read small print.
So the humiliation is increased when, trying to explain why I made a particular gaffe that may have sounded rude, like not remembering their name.
This is documented ADD that is at a level where, unlike the more general cases, gets me a disability check for it. The requirements for this are rigid and well documented.
The forensic psychiatrists who tested me had, like the others, been sent the official record of my work. One of them said, “I could have sworn from your tests that you could not have done this.”
My smartass reply was, “Half of it hasn’t been declassified yet.” That was true, though far less than half. But it felt very good NOT to have to explain myself for once.
So, while I prefer to be known for pure brilliance, the fact is that part of my strength and reducing things to essentials is due to overcoming a disability. A lot of top athletes used to be people who had had relatively mild cases of Polio. Once they fought their way back from THAT, going on to do the disciplined work it took to rise to athletic superiority was easy.
So don’t get upset if I forget your name. I am also incompetent at thinking of examples of things. Brian has learned to simply take my word for weaknesses and he just goes in and takes care of whatever I need without making me explain it.
There is no doubt in my mind that this Disability level ADD is part of what has given me strength other people do not have. It is hard to cow somebody who has had to fight it out in public all alone when he has had to regularly overcome a disability that made me so often look like a fool.
I regularly couldn’t remember an example or a name or a fact or where I was in the discussion. In fact, I was bad at the very things everybody who speaks in public has nightmares about.
Yes, it is hard not to think of the quote, “What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger.”
The man who said that died in a madhouse.
My disability was not discovered until I was in my fifties. I had spent my whole life thinking I was especially dumb in many ways and in my childhood being cussed at for my lack of discipline and my wandering mind.
So I understand the bullying you have gone through on a very personal level, and I think you pick up on that.
Oddly enough, the very thing that made me feel like an intellectual jelly roll all my life made me as hard as steel compared to those not so handicapped.
So if I forget the name that goes with a comment I admire, try to remember that that goes with the territory that made me reduce things to insights that you want to read.
It also explains why I delegate so well, and why my ambition is to have you charge in and do my job.
People who have been subjected to a lot of cruelty tend to like ironic humor. The irony of all this is that all the hundreds of people who lectured me about how one can overcome one’s mental failings with mental discipline were bitching at the best example of doing just that they would ever meet.
I very seldom try to link BUGS with current issues. But Porch Talk is not connected with what just happened. I went from Porch Talk to using what I learned listening to the hardnest and most practical kind of current politics.
Porch Talk can be good advise in almost anything.
One example is my lone and successful initiative to get congress to stop the IRS from unilaterally imposing race quotas on private schools. The reason it is current is because Obama announced his intention to get a lot of his environmentalist programs that congress wouldn’t pass through by having regulatory agencies impose them.
Our most effective argument against this, as usual, was a basic. A regulatory agency only exists because congress cannot do everything. Article 1 of the Constitution says that “ALL legislative authority is invested in Congress.”
John Ashbrook asked each of the one in five minority that did not want to repeal those IRS regs, “Why don’t you introduce those regulations in congress?” It was very effective, like the Mantra, because it dealt with a point no one had considered in many years: regulatory agencies issue regs to CARRY OUT the mission given them in the legislation which created them.
When John died and Mrs. Ashbrook and Bob Dornan were left to debate the renewal of the ban on such IRS regs. From a four to one majority, they damned near lost. They were pitiful. As usual, they ended up compromising.
I wish you could have seen their floundering attempts to defend what John and I had beaten the crap out of the opposition on.
It wasn’t just the issue, it was the ARGUMENTS we had that got that four to one majority. I watched it on C-Span, and even I was impressed by how critical it is TO GET YOUR POINTS RIGHT.
What they desperately needed was me. I have seldom felt so helpless, as I had moved on into the Administration. But even I did not fully realize until that moment how absolutely critical it is to MAKE YOUR POINT AND MAKE IT RIGHT.
Both Dornan and Mrs. Ashbrook were totally devoted to what they were doing, but they didn’t have the intellectual discipline John and I had developed, and I watched them lose a lot for that reason.
Most people are not really aware that regulatory agencies are given only the powers congress hasn’t the TIME to regulate. They’re not legislative bodies.
Read any agency ruling and you will find, first of all, reference to the legislation that gave the agency the right to make that regulation.
But I doubt seriously anyone among the respectable conservatives will MAKE that point, much less ram it down the opposition’s throat the way they would have to in order to rein in the Obama Power Grab.
When I wrote about no specific policy demands until we are allowed to talk openly about the whole subject of white genocide, Old Blighty asked,
“Are you saying those of us that want genocide tribunals, should not discuss our desire for them? I understand if that is the case. Practical politics requires discipline.”
Let me say first that the word “tribunals” gives anti-whites too much ammunition to call us dangerous. When I precluded the word “revolution,” I really meant just be sure you aren’t giving them ammunition.
In many cases what we are doing cannot be called anything BUT revolution. But words are our ammunition. Just be sure it doesn’t blow up in your face.
Almost every mistake I advise you against is one I have made over and over and over, ad nauseam. Frankly, the reason a warning bell goes off inside me when we discuss what will happen to them after because I like it too much.
One thing that most people do not realize is that people like me and BBG have been flayed mentally for half a century. We were not allowed to reply.
There is a term for that. It’s called mental torture. I have had to curb my temper all this time. Some conservative who blandly agreed to get rid of my race I had to treat as if I respected him if our cause was to survive.
After a lifetime of mental torture, it is a little hard not to love the idea of the other side getting theirs. For some of us who have suffered mental torture, it may be a necessary relief.
I have thought a LOT about what the punishment should be.
Although it is not to do what the enemy does as a lot of people like to say, in this case we could take the whole page right out of their book.
My idea is that we should make heirs and survivors, those billionaires and those large companies, pay MONEY for what is being done.
Think about it. Big, loud tribunals have a limited life span. But rewards for informants of just one or two percent of the money they bring in will last FOREVER.
I am very serious about this. You can take money from rich people more or less indefinitely.
Big, big, BIG money.
Fines are not considered punishment in the same way the word “tribunal” implies. I love the idea of a future where they live like we do, never knowing when someone is going to get to the heirs of one of their ancestors who put a paid ad in the New York Times and argue that they are therefore responsible for the whole history of that publication.
Informers are going to make arguments like that, and we will sit back and help them have their fun. The entire history of the anti-white movement will be known to everybody without our saying a word.
We can pay off the national debt just as a start, with all the Gateses and their like involved. The whole history of this whole thing will be exposed DAILY.
The point is that they want us to sound like totalitarians, because every time someone imposes a totalitarian regime they point to other tyrannies. But cutting taxes by nailing race traitors is not bloody. It is more a civil action than a criminal one.
But those of us who have suffered years of mental torture are well aware that a straight prison sentence can be a lot kinder than spending your entire life wondering when somebody, somewhere, is going to comedown on you.
There is even a certain joy in being a martyr to a cause, but we will not give them that. We will just turn a lot of billionaires into multimillionaires. You can’t attach a Nazi label to that, but it is far, far more permanent under its own steam and it will NEVER go away.
This is a lesson I got out of a lifetime of mental torture.
We don’t jail people. We don’t shoot people. We just make sure the dread lasts their entire lives.
Liberals did that to us, and it is very effective.
I just wrote a piece, “Here Comes the Cavalry!” hoping you would understand why I have such a hard time listening to your You Tube and other broadcasts. I literally have papers to prove how bad it is for me after all those years wearing myself out writing speeches.
In fact, just about the You Tube I actually looked at lately was when I was told that a good-looking girl was doing it. Let me assure you that my interest was entirely intellectual.
Trust me. I was in politics, you know.
But my experience is useful. For example, it is a lot harder to write a short column every day than it is to write one long one each week.
But the best example I can come up with is to say that one person writing a book, unless he is one of the New York Times favorites, is hell of a lot of work for him and his editor, but compared to the effort put into a simple, short slogan, it is trivial.
“The Pause That Refreshes,” “Just DO It.” There are hundreds of these slogans that everyone knows is connected to one product.
And that, of course, is the point.
Lord knows how many dollars went into the Army’s slogan “Be All You Can Be” and then its switch to “An Army of One.” But this is a difference I have to point out.
Short is EXPENSIVE.
Short is HARD WORK.
We act like professionals because our effort is to make the Mantra SHORTER. You may tend to forget that the whole rest of the pro-white movement tends to believe a book is impressive by its weight.
Those short slogans that are copyrighted by companies and worth a hundred million dollars took years to hammer out. Someone may have mentioned it, but it didn’t go into the market the next day.
As I told you before, direct mail, which is a hell of a lot cheaper than something like A Pause That Refreshes, evolved through a statistical process made of thousands of test mailings. The length of each sentence is varied in one test, a single word will be used in one and another single word in another test.
Direct mail evolved through thousands of such statistical checks. Try to imagine what a billion-dollar company’s slogan goes through.
I often wonder what General Comments 5 looks like to a pro-white who first sees it. Some of our experienced people cut the use of words so thin that, if words were money, they would make Shylock look like a Big Spender.
But that is not all there is to it, of course. We are used to posting where we will get only one shot and then the desbot cuts us off. So sometimes you have to get all you can in once.
There are thousands of people who make luxurious livings working day and night to fit in exactly as many words as will fit and give the message.
This is the big leagues.
The great thing about Porch Talk is that one does not have to worry about one’s qualifications. It is useful to hear a smart old man talk about what he remembers. In fact, some of the most useful things in Porch Talk is the misconceptions one gets to hear.
Porch Talk gives you the “take” of the older person on a time he lived through. On the porch, he isn’t trying to impress you or give you the Final Truth.
To me, Creator’s being in Iceland brings back a lot of memories of the things I heard, from decade to decade, about that country, without any particular coherence, but just as they reached us at random.
For instant, I seem to remember that when the post-war European population bust really got under way, Iceland still had a uniquely high birth rate, which at one point was estimated at a natural increase of once every 31 and a half years.
I also remember that in 1959 I was at a refugee conference in Berlin and was at a table where a Dane, a Norwegian and a Swede were talking very easily together, each in his native tongue. But Icelandic, they told me, was a very hard language for any of them to read.
I was also told that Icelanders would take foreign words and try to make them into a word deriving from Old Norse. They their origins seriously.
But mostly, I came to a deduction about the Althing, the Icelandic Parliament. Unlike the Greek democracy, where all the citizens sat around and shouted at each other, the Althing was set up in 920 AD as a unique representative democracy, meaning they elected representatives rather than the whole population assembling as in Greece.
But accepted history said that the Althing was INVENTED in Iceland. Actually the first Christian king of Norway was also known as the first KING of Norway, a single ruler totally alien to the earlier tradition of Old Norse society.
It seemed to me more likely that Althing was what the refugees from the first real king of Norway set up the way a group of runaway Americans would set up their own representative government.
Accepted history did not want that to be true because democracy had to traced to the East or at least to Classical Society.
Iceland was also known to have the highest book readership of any country on earth, including Japan.
One more thing that one heard about Iceland was that it first founded by Celtic monks, and that the population was Celtic-Norse. This was third-hand information, so one naturally had no explanation of how monks had descendants.
Pretty confused stuff, sort of like ea European whose only knowledge of the American South comes from talking with other Europeans who read Gone With the Wind.
Being a geography buff, Iceland fascinated me because it was both in Europe and in America. The Monroe Doctrine covered Iceland when it was already a Danish colony. Yet it is and is not part of Scandinavia.
But there is no doubt about which side of the White Line Iceland stands in OUR minds.
Irony is funny because it is true. It is also cruel because it is true. But as Bishop Fulton J. Sheen, a name only BBG will probably recognize, once said, “Man is the only animal who laughs. Man is also the only animal who knows he will die.”
One of the strains of writing for BUGS is that I will start on one subject, then realize that where I am going is somewhere else. A change of direction means a complete rethought and a complete rewrite. This actually involves several rewrites.
In other words, most of the WORK here comes from a change of direction. When I put this in plain English to myself the simple answer as to why BUGS is harder than writing for money becomes a piece of irony:
“When I wrote for money I wasn’t GOING anywhere.”
When I wrote for money the route was laid out. I was writing in terms a certain public would understand and in the language of the person who had hired me. In short, I already knew what to say, and I knew exactly what the style would be.
I got paid because, as with the Populist Forum, all I wanted to do was truly represent the person I was writing for and put it in terms the people I as writing to would understand.
Another irony is that it was easy because what people would understand was so limited. So my books, even the ones in my own name, were dedicated to getting across just enough new ideas, which were very old ideas to me, so my particular public would understand and to give examples they would recognize.
To be perfectly frank, when you were limited to those subjects there was little danger of me.
BUGS readers are an entirely different matter. I can talk about Wordism and a dozen other concepts that would require full explanation to others. I do not have to devote my writing to explaining these basics.
I can GO somewhere. I can be writing here and suddenly remember that I don’t have to go through the old explanations and deal with the “DUHH!!” bit.
Within the old bounds, it was easy for me to do what seemed near superhuman to some.
When the heat was on and a congressman needed a speech fast, he would bypass his own staff and call me on the Committee. I had explained the same things, with a little twist to spice up the speech so many times I could do it on an entirely new subject at, literally, record speed.
In fact, I could do that on entirely new subjects. It was a technique.
I wasn’t GOING anywhere. The tracks were easy to see. If I got off the track nobody would understand what I was talking about.
But talking about something that is new to ME is a whole different ball game. I am not just explaining something I have had years to think over. But when I connect different concepts together for the first time here and come to conclusions I hadn’t considered before, it’s a different thing altogether.
I do more mental WORK for you than I did for anybody who paid me.
It is new kind of freedom. And like any new kind of freedom it has elements of strain.